Under the Influence

I dreamed I was a pigeon
Slipping through the heavens
Like a 747
Everyone left down below
Locked in a house of my invention
Learning the «don't"s of fire prevention
If I roast marshmallows over their bodies
Do you think god will still find their souls?
Just want to be like we used to
Under the influence
Just want to see like we used to
Under the influence
Under the in--
I dreamed I was a White Tip
Slipping through the Pacific
My heart for a shipwreck
And your legs left down below
Some things they come
All things they go
There ain’t nothing like exploding
If you’ve got
Something to explode
Something
Just want to be like we used to
Under the influence
Just want to see like we used to
Under the influence
Under the in--
Just want to be like we used to
Under the influence
Just want to see like we used to
Under the influence
Under the in-- ah, ah
Under the in-- ah, ah